This is my first time writing a fanfic. Just a little something I did while I was bored at work one day. Nothing original, just a fleshed out version of episode 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way. Most of the dialogue is based off A-Keep subtitles and my knowledge of Japanese.
People cannot gain something without sacrificing something.
You must present something of equal value to gain something.
This is the basic principle of alchemy.
Equivalent Trade.
We believed this to be the truth of the world when we were young.
1 Those Who Challenge the Sun
Alchemy is a process in which one understands matter, decomposes it, and then rebuilds. If used properly, it can turn plain lead into gold. However, alchemy is a science and is governed by the laws of nature. In order to create something of a certain mass you must present something of equal mass.
1910 Resembool Village
Two boys kneeled on the ground of the basement of their home. They had turned it into a laboratory of sorts with chemicals and flasks cluttering a table and books scattered on the floor. In the middle of the floor, a white circle and lines formed an intricate design. One boy was hunched over, a piece of chalk in his small hands, ignoring the long blond bangs that fell into his gold eyes. His red collared shirt over a black t-shirt and khaki shorts were faintly powdered with a thin film of chalk dust. Putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece he sat back on his heels.
"It's done. Al?" Ed called to his brother.
Al nodded nervously, putting aside his piece of chalk. The younger of the two by a year, Al had cropped light brown hair and gray eyes. Also wearing shorts, his blue-collared shirt was buttoned all the way down. Uneasiness stirred in his stomach and it must have reflected in his eyes.
"It'll be all right. It's perfect," Ed reassured his brother. "Let's do it."
The two boys placed their palms at the edges of the outer circle. Immediately, crackling light filled the room. The blonde boy grinned, confident in their work.
In a whirl of color, the swirl of bright white soon darkened to shooting bolts of red and purple. The electricity pressed in on the room's occupants, wrapping uneasy fingers of terror around their hearts. The whirrs of the transmutation couldn't mask the screams that ripped from their throats and resounded in the room.
Outside, a lone figure stood in the pouring rain, eyes fixated on the transmutation rebound light shooting from the house. He didn't flinch as lightning and thunder waged a war to rip open the sky.
Ed fell back to the floor, braced on one knee and the opposite arm. His fingers clutched his left thigh, his fingers stained red. Blood dripped from a stump that was once his left leg.
"Shit, it took my leg," he swore through gritted teeth. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Blood and sweat ran down his temples. Next to him, a pair a sneakers and a limp pile of clothes blurred in and out of his vision. "Al!" Adrenaline surged, blocking out the searing pain in his leg. He whipped his head around, searching for his brother.
He peered through the smoke in the room and could make out movement in the middle of the circle. "Mother?" he breathed, daring to hope.
The smoke cleared and Ed could see an upside down grotesque head sitting in the middle of the circle. Skinless, it was a mass of bone, blood, and unfinished muscle, tentacles waved around it like snakes. Ed threw his head back and his scream pierced through the rainy night.
Perhaps this is a lesson. One cannot gain something without sacrificing something in return. This is the basic principle in alchemy: Equivalent Trade.
1915
The sun beat down mercilessly upon miles and miles of sand.
A lone figure trudged across the desert. "I'm hungry," he moaned. With a weary groan, the blond teenage boy collapsed into the burning sand face down, his long bangs brushing the ground. His brown suitcase landed a few inches away from his outstretched arms. The rest of his hair was gathered in a braid that lay between his shoulders. A red hooded cloak with a serpent's cross on the back spread out over him, covering the two layers of black clothes he wore beneath it. Black pants and thick black boots peeked out beneath the coat. His hands were covered by plain white gloves.
"If there were some grass around, I could turn it into bread and eat it." He muttered the complaint. Abruptly, the boy pushed himself up on his hands and knees, oblivious to the scorching sand beneath his palms and knees. "Al? Al?" he called, scanning the endless sea of yellow grains around him, searching for a sign of his companion.
"Down here." A weak voice reached his ears. A metal hand shot out of the sand and latched onto the boy's leg. Ed yelped in surprise. A voice rose up from beneath the sand. "Help me, Niisan" came the pitiful plea.
Ed's surprise gave way to irritation. "You sank again?"
Soon a panting Ed stood bracing his hands on his knees next to a giant suit of armor and a pile of sand as tall as he was. Towering a good two feet over the short blond boy, the armor wore a bluish-gray loincloth and had spikes around its shoulders and one on its forehead. "You do that again and I'm going to leave you here!" Ed threatened.
"But--" the armor protested.
"No buts!" Ed glared up at the armor and aimed a kick at its enormous chest plate.
With a clang, the chest plate fell off and Ed's angry yelp was drowned out as tons of sand poured out of Al's armor, burying the boy in another pile of sand.
"Al…" The warning drifted menacingly through the stifling hot, dry air. The armor shuffled away from the quivering lump, trying to put as much distance between himself and his brother. With a loud cry, Ed burst from the pile in an explosion of sand. "Wait, Al!" he yelled, dashing after his brother.
"No, I won't wait," Al shouted back.
Ed chased his brother in a large circle kicking up sand beneath his heavy black boots. "Then stop!" he hollered.
"I won't stop!" For a suit of metal, Al was surprisingly fast.
"Do one of them!"
"I can't choose," Al cried back on a wail, pumping his legs faster.
Al calmly clomped down the streets of Lior. He cast a concerned glance at his brother. Breathing heavily, Ed staggered alongside of Al, sand clinging to his clothing and hair. "Niisan, are you all right?" Al asked.
"This is all your fault for not stopping," Ed grumbled.
Al chuckled. "I don't think anyone would have stopped in those circumstances, even if you told them to," he pointed out reasonably.
Ed scowled at his brother. He was tired, hot, thirsty, hungry, and -- He stopped as the sound of running water reached his ears. "Water?" He perked up. Looking ahead, he spotted a large stone fountain. "Water!" he cried, almost weeping with joy. Flinging aside his suitcase, he sprinted to the fountain in the middle of the town square. He came to a halt at the fountain's edge. His frowning reflection rippled in the red liquid.
Al caught up to him as Ed used one of the cups hanging from the fountain's sides to scoop up some of its contents. "Blood?" Al murmured, staring at the liquid.
"No. It's red wine."
"So that's what we smelled," Al mused. Startled, he looked up to see his brother being lifted into the air.
"Hey," a scrawny man said, dangling Ed by his collar, "Children aren't allowed to drink from the fountain."
"Sorry, sorry." The man beamed at his newest customers. Edward sat across the counter of the small stand gratefully sipping a tall glass of lemonade. "Travelers like you wouldn't know that the fountain was wine."
A bunch of children ran by, screaming and laughing. Ed studied the man. Wearing clean, but worn clothes, he looked to be about forty. "Lior must be a wealthy city to have a fountain of red wine," he commented, taking another long sip.
"Yes," the man agreed. "And it's all thanks to the High Priest…" He stopped. "I almost forgot," he said, reaching up to flick on a switch.
Tinkling music filled the air. "Children of Lior, have faith and you shall be saved," the voice droned. Ed and Al looked around and saw all the citizens of the town sitting around radios, their head bowed in prayer.
Ed glanced around, confused. "What's this?"
"A religious broadcast?" Al peered into building windows and saw more people seated at their windows, bowing their heads over their radios.
The shopkeeper eyed the short boy and the hulking suit of armor sitting next to him. "You two are an odd pair. Are you street performers or something?" he inquired, placing his hands on his hips.
Ed spat out the liquid in his mouth. "What makes you say that, old man?" he demanded angrily.
The shop owner shrugged. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
Ed looked down his straw. "There's something we're looking for," he said simply. "What was that about?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Haven't you heard of the High Priest Cornello?" he asked.
Ed shook his head. "Who's that?"
"You don't know the representative of the Sun God, Leto?" an astonished man pressed in on him and Al.
Red crept up Ed's neck. "That's why I asked," he admitted sheepishly.
Another appeared on their other side. "His miracles saved this city."
"He's amazing."
"He made our abandoned city in the desert prosperous with his miracles!"
Ed rolled his eyes upwards and clamped his hands over his ears. "I'm not interested in religion," he said over the praises of the men. He turned to his brother and slid off his stool. "Al, let's go."
Al followed suit, but as he stood up, his head hit the concrete roof of the small stand. The whole structure rattled and the radio perched on the counter crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. "Hey, mister," the shopkeeper yelled in dismay, "that's what happens when you wear that kind of clothes."
"Sorry," Al apologized sincerely.
"Don't worry," Ed reassured the shopkeeper. "I'll fix it."
The shopkeeper paused. "You'll fix it?" he echoed bewildered.
Al stepped toward the broken radio. "Niisan, I'll do it," he said, anxious to make reparations for his mistake. At Ed's nod of permission, he bent down and began drawing on the sun-baked ground with a piece of chalk.
"What's that?" The crowd stared at the curious geometric shapes now surrounding the radio pieces.
"It's a transmutation circle," Ed explained, leaning back against the counter.
"Okay, here I go," Al said, crossing his hands in front of him directly above the circle. Blue light crackled from his palms and with a flash the unbroken radio rematerialized in the circle, the High Priest's sermon emitting from the speaker. "…have faith, thy wishes will be answered…"
The crowd gaped at the fixed radio in astonishment. "It's a miracle," they gasped. "Just like High Priest Cornello."
"No, it's not."
Al stepped forward and returned the radio to the slack-jawed shopkeeper. "We're alchemists."
"Alchemy?" the townspeople murmured. "So it wasn't a miracle?"
Ed shot them a cocky grin. "The name 'Elric Brothers' are rather famous."
"The Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric," a lone woman swathed in a large brown cloak spoke up from her seat at the end of the counter. Ed's temper quieted. "You're quite famous around the East City area. He's rumored to be a genius alchemist."
"Ohh." The crowd pressed in on Al. "I see why they call you the Fullmetal Alchemist," they gushed, running their hands reverently over his armor.
"Uhh, it's not me." Embarrassed, Al waved his hands in front of him.
The crowd fell silent and turned to the scowling blond boy.
"You mean it's that small one over there?"
Used to having his brother mistaken for himself, Ed merely rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. But at the man's comment, his hold on his explosively short temper slipped. "Who are you calling as small as a grain and doesn't show up in your eyes!" he demanded, his words almost incoherently garbled together.
He grabbed two men by the scruff of their shirt and began whirling them around. "We didn't say that!" they protested as the world spun wildly.
A teenage girl about Ed's age approached them, her arms wrapped around a brown bag of supplies. She wore a simple cream-colored dress. Her long brown hair ended midway down her back and long pink bangs framed either side of her pretty face. "My, its lively today," she observed mildly, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Ah, Rose," the shopkeeper greeted her warmly. The crowd turned to the newcomer and Ed shoved the two men to the side. "Did you finish buying the offerings?" The girl nodded. "Then maybe you can show these two to the church of Leto. They seem to be looking for something."
The girl's brown eyes took in the outraged boy and nearby suit of armor. The armor clasped his hands in front of himself and bowed. "I'm Alphonse Elric."
Ed dusted off his hands. "I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist," he clarified, pointing to himself, "the older brother, Edward Elric."
Rose blinked her brown eyes in surprise. "You're the older brother?" Ignoring a fuming Ed and embarrassed Al, she continued, "The church has a place travelers can spend the night."
Al began to protest, not wanting to impose. Ed, on the other hand, grinned at the prospect of a warm bed and food. After the long trek in the inhospitable desert, a roof over their heads sounded like pure bliss. "Let's take her up on her offer, Al."
Ed and Al followed Rose down the quaint streets of Lior. Ed shoved his hands into his pockets and frowned in thought. "Al, we've seen that woman at the shop somewhere before," Ed pondered aloud. Al grunted his agreement, but he couldn't place exactly where they had seen the woman in the brown cloak before either.
Rose's voice broke into their thoughts. "You'll be sure to find whatever it is you're looking for," she said over her shoulder. "Maybe Mr. Cornello will pray for you to get taller," teased Rose as she walked toward the chapel, the brothers trailing after her.
The crowd listened as Ed's angry protests began to fade as they got further away. "Rose has been looking happier, lately," one man observed. "Yep," another man agreed, "it's almost like she's a different person. And it's all thanks to the High Priest."
Cornello stood behind his desk, his broad frame silhouetted against the last of the sun's rays streaming through the window behind him. Rose stood in before him. "There are two travelers in town," she told him. "Is it okay for them to stay here?"
"That's fine, Rose." Cornello placed beefy hands on her slender shoulders. "You've been serving God daily, Rose. The Sun God, Leto has noticed your good deeds and hard work." Rose lifted her eyes to gaze hopefully into the High Priest's narrow eyes. "But be patient, Rose," he continued, "miracles need a little more time."
Ed stared outside his window from his room in the chapel. Rose stood in a cemetery, lying flowers on one of the graves. Al entered the room and walked over to his brother, his feet clanging softly with each step. "That's Rose's boyfriend's grave. She has no relatives, and her boyfriend died in a car accident a couple months ago," Al informed his brother.
Ed scoffed. "It's not like the dead can come back to life."
"A living person has an indestructible soul. Even after a person dies, it can be retrieved. The dead can be resurrected," Al quietly recited.
The brothers lapsed into silence. They both knew otherwise.
Later that day, Ed and Al stood in the back of a crowd gathered around the outside stage. The brothers watched as Cornello curved his hand over an upraised glass of water and the crowd ooh-ed as it turned into wine. The priest then placed his hand on a lump of wood. In a flash of light, a looming statue of Leto appeared in its place.
Ed turned to Al. "What do you think?"
"The light is definitely a transmutation reaction," Al confirmed.
"But the laws…"
"So what do you think of High Priest Cornello's miracles?" Rose approached them with a smile.
Ed didn't take his eyes off the stage, his piercing gold gaze critical and assessing. "It's definitely alchemy. He's a fraud."
Rose blinked. "But we're not completely sure," Al hurried to reassure Rose. "Also, he does ignore some laws."
Ed jumped off the suitcase he'd been standing on. "Alchemy cannot create something out of nothing. It is a scientific technique that has to abide the laws of nature."
Al continued the explanation. "To create something of a certain mass, you must present something of equal mass. That's why I couldn't turn the radio into a bigger radio, a piece of paper, or a tree."
"Then it is a miracle," she insisted.
A young girl approached the stage, her pet bird cradled in her hands. Cornello placed his hands over the bird. A red ring on his hand flashed and the bird opened its eyes. The crowd collectively gasped as it flew out of the overjoyed girl's hands and into the air.
"Can you do that with alchemy?" Rose challenged. "And soon Kain will…"
Ed brushed past her. "We'll see."
Cornello sat behind his desk. "The Elric brothers are here," he said simply to the man standing on the other side of his desk. "I heard that the older one gained a State Alchemist qualification at the age of twelve. This means that the military has turned their eyes on our prosperous city." He placed his hands on the table. "I must protect my people and my village."
His accountant, Cray, nodded gravely. "I understand."
The door shut behind Cray and another figure emerged from the shadows. All that was visible was the curve of a shapely body and long raven-black hair that fell in waves down her back. "Thank you for warning us," Cornello thanked the woman.
"I'm not sure if that man will be able to handle those two," she warned softly.
Cornello smiled confidently. "Don't worry, I have a plan," he reassured her
"Mmm." The woman's teeth flashed in the dark shadows. "That's good."
Rose hummed softly as she polished the offering table in the church, two golden statues of Leto towering on either side of her, flames flickered from atop ten foot candles, throwing shadows around the room. "Do you really think that by serving this God the dead will come back to life?" Rose turned around at the voice to see Ed slouched in a pew in the second row.
"Of course, I live to serve God," she answered fiercely.
Ed heaved a sigh and pulled a small book out of his red coat. He flipped it open. "35 liters water, 25 kilograms carbon, 4 liters ammonia, 1.5 kilograms lime, 800 grams phosphorus, 250 grams salt…" he read. The small but thick brown book had little papers sticking out from all the pages. "100 grams saltpeter, 80 grams of sulfur, 7.5 grams fluorine, 5 grams iron, 3 grams silicon, and a little bit of other elements," Ed finished, closing the book with one hand.
Rose stared at him. Ed met her confused gaze. "Those are the known components of a single human adult. We already know that much with modern science, but no successful human transmutation has ever been reported." He smiled grimly. "For hundreds of years scientists have been researching, looking for the missing element," Ed continued, "but they still haven't found it." He leaned forward on his knees. "I think what they're doing is more useful than just praying and waiting."
"A human being can be made so cheaply, can't it?" he posed the rhetorical question. "Those ingredients can be bought with any child's pocket money."
Rose's lips tightened. "A person isn't a thing. What you're saying is blasphemy," she accused.
He stood up and put his hands in his pockets. Ed stepped out from the pew. "Alchemists are scientists," he told her. "We don't believe in such unsure things as God." He walked up the steps and looked up at the statute of Leto. "It's ironic, isn't it? We don't believe in God, but we're the closest ones closest to God."
Rose clenched her hands at her sides. "You are not God," she bit out through clenched teeth.
Ed didn't look away from the statue. "Neither is the sun," he pointed out. "It's just a big burning sphere." Rose inhaled sharply. "You get burned if you get too close to the sun," Ed said softly, referring to the legend of Icarus.
Outside the chapel door, Al crouched, eavesdropping on his brother and Rose's conversation. "Niisan's getting Rose mad," he groaned. A noise behind him drew his attention.
"Don't worry, your brother will soon be joining you," a voice said.
The gunshot echoed in the quiet room. Rose spun at the sound and saw Al's headless body fall into the aisle with a hollow thud. Cray walked in, his gun trained on Ed. "Cray!" Rose cried in alarm.
"Rose, get away from them," Cray warned. "They are enemies of God."
A hollow groan came from the doorway. Cray spun around, the barrel of the gun swiveling away from Ed. "Oh, that surprised me," Al moaned.
Cray stood there, slack-jawed as the headless armor got to his feet. Something plowed into his back and he fell face forward with an "oomph." "My head!" Al rushed forward to catch his flying helmet.
Ed gave a triumphant shout, fists on his hips, legs braced apart. "Strike!" he pronounced with a grin. A frightened gasp drew his attention back to the other occupant of the room.
Rose's eyes bulged and she clapped a hand over her mouth. "What's going on? H-he," she stammered, pointing a trembling finger at Al.
"Yes, this is how it is," Al calmly explained, leaning forward so Rose could see inside the hollow armor.
"There's nothing inside," she gasped.
Al placed his helmet back on. "This is what happens to those who venture in an area where humans are forbidden," he explained matter-of-factly. "My brother and I were punished."
Rose backed away, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. With a cry, she ran out of the chapel, heedless of Ed calling her name. It's true. The High Priest Cornello was right, she thought as she ran down the stairs. They really are enemies of God.
The brothers ran after Rose. They eventually ended up in a large room. Pillars were scattered around the gold and brown room, holding up the ceiling. At the front, two staircases led to a platform stage behind a short railing where two figures stood. "Rose!" Ed cried to the smaller one of the pair.
Cornello chuckled, laying a hand on Rose's trembling shoulder. "Good work bringing them here, Rose." He turned to his two guests. "Welcome, State Alchemist. I knew you'd come here eventually."
Ed bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile. "Because you deceive the people of the town with alchemy? There's only one explanation for bypassing the law of equivalent trade without a transmutation circle."
"You mean this?" Cornello held up his left hand. On his middle finger sat a ring with a blood red stone. "The Philosopher's Stone."
"Yes," Ed replied. "We've been looking for that." Ed held out his right hand. "I'll say this directly," he said, tossing his head, "If you give it to me now, I won't tell the people what you've been up to."
Cornello laughed at the boy's audacity. "And what would happen to the city if you took my miracles away?" he sneered at the ludicrous command.
Rose's breath hitched at the implications of what she just heard. "Rose, don't listen to him! He's just a third-rate swindler," Ed yelled.
"I came to this city racked with civil war and threatened them with destruction. I changed water to wine, gave people homes and even money," Cornello bragged. "To these people, I am God!" The priest's triumphant laugh bounced around the room. Would you take God away from this city? Are the orders of the military that absolute?"
"I don't care about the military," Ed asserted quietly. "I, we, need that!"
Rose finally found her voice. "Why?" she burst out. Ed and Al were taken aback by the vehemence in her agonized question. "Would you take away what little hope we have?" she sobbed.
Al stepped forward. "Rose, we--" he began anxiously.
Ed thrust his arm out in front of his brother. "It's useless," he said harshly. The brothers were uprooting the girl's entire life's beliefs.
The corners of Cornello's mouth twitched upwards. "Now, behold the power of the Philosopher's Stone!" He raised his hand and the red stone flashed.
At that instant the floor rippled and the once concrete floor transformed into sand. Ed leapt into the air. "Niisan!" Ed turned to see his brother swept away by the sand as he nimbly landed back on his feet. "Al."
Cornello laughed evilly. "Guess that armor's not so convenient, is it? You won't be able to draw a transmutation circle in that sand," he gloated. Discreetly he pressed a loose stone in the wall behind him. Rose spotted his movement and nervously backed away from the priest.
Ed noticed Rose's retreat, but his attention was drawn to a giant cage descending from the ceiling. A pair of glowing red eyes stared back at him from the room's shadows. "You synthesized animals with the Philosopher's Stone?" Ed asked mildly.
"Yes," Cornello crowed triumphantly. "It's a chimera!"
With a loud yowl, the creature lunged at the blond boy. Ed looked down at his feet, seemingly unconcerned about the deadly fangs rapidly approaching him. "This looks a little hard to handle with my bare hands," he mused. "So…" He clapped his hands together in front of his chest and slammed his palms to the ground. Blue light sparked from the ground and a spear rose up from the sand.
Cornello gasped. "He didn't need a transmutation circle?"
Ed grasped the spear with both hands and thrust it into the half lion, half reptile creature nearly on top of him. The chimera's limp body fell a good twenty feet away, sand blowing up where it landed.
Cornello clenched his jaw in frustration. He grabbed the tiny green bird perched on his shoulder and flung it into the air. "Go!" he commanded, enveloping it in red light.
Ed brandished the spear before the now giant bird. The bird easily snapped the spear in half with its claws. Ed stifled a cry as it talons closed around his left leg, yanking it into the air. Cornello heartily laughed. "How does that feel?"
The boy looked back up at him. "Not very good," he admitted. Cornello's laugh died in his throat as Ed ripped his leg from the bird's grasp. Ed balled his hand into a fist. "You're not getting away," he told the bird and drove his right hand into its face. The force of the blow had the bird crashing against the opposite wall.
"Ed!" Ed spun around at Rose's shout. His gold eyes widened as the fangs of the chimera glinted in the candlelight a few feet from his head. With a roar, the ferocious jaws clamped down on Ed. Cornello snickered over Rose's horrified gasps. Ed's small frame was nowhere to be seen. Then Cornello realized that the chimera was still standing on his hind reptile legs. He frowned, puzzled, then gasped in outrage.
"What's wrong, cat bastard?" Ed's voice drifted out from the other side of the chimera. The creature's jaws were gnawing on his right metal arm. "Do you want a better taste?" Slowly, he raised his arm parallel to the floor, taking the chimera with him. Rose's eyes widened further as he flung his arm out then planted a booted foot into the chimera's face in a solid kick.
From above on the rafters, a woman clad in black and a short, round man dressed in pitch-black watched the battle unfold. "Gluttony," the woman whispered, "that's the child." The chimera fell to the ground, unmoving.
Cornello sputtered in disbelief. "How can that be? A leg that couldn't be broken by those talons? An arm that couldn't be crushed by those fangs?" His small eyes widened. "It can't be…"
Ed stood alone on the floor of sand. "Yes," he confirmed. He gripped the remains of his red jacket and black jacket that hung in tatters. "Rose, look carefully," he instructed, ripping the fabric as he pulled it. "This is how God punishes sinners."
Rose took a step back and stared at what the boy revealed both hands clamped over her mouth. "A metal arm and leg?" She sucked in a breath. "Auto-mail?" You get burned if you get too close to the sun. Ed's voice resonated in her head.
Ed raised his metal right arm and clenched his fist in front of his face. "This is the consequences of trespassing on God's territory. Rose, are you prepared for the consequences?"
Al had made his way back to his brother's side. Candlelight flickered over their metal skin.
Cornello gazed the metal limbs and the suit of armor and cackled. "You fools! You encroached on God's territory and your body was taken to the other side!" Ed and Al stared at the walls of the room. Ed's gold eyes hardened, long ago having accepted their punishment. "I'd wondered how such a small brat like you got such a stern title. That's why he's called 'Fullmetal!'" he crowed. "The Fullmetal Alchemist!"
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